Ako Si PEDRO!

To my devoted readers,

After a week of thinking, I have decided to close this blog.

In light of the escalating matters and controversies and conflicts arising recently in the blogosphere, it is officially announced that this blog will be closed once and for all.

Some bloggers thought that they were victims, and somehow they have been affected in my so called “irresponsible” blogging/plurking. For the concerned bloggers, I just want you to know that I will not retract back the statements that I've made and I will stand by every word that I’ve published in this blog, in my twits and in my plurk. I’ll admit that I may have said harsh things. I’ve been a bully. But for all I know, I was just doing comedy with you guys. Those words are thrown to entertain internet people. Those phrases were never intended to harm anybody. “Kung sa kahit anong paraan eh nasaktan kita, pwes hindi kita ka-close at kaibigan. Kung nasaktan ka at napikon, isa lang ang masasabi ko sa’yo, walang karapatan mapikon ang mga taong malakas mang-asar na kagaya mo!”

Sa lahat ng mga makikitid ang utak at mga nagkalat na bobo sa internet, sa mga mayayabang na sikat na blogger at sa mga pakiramdam nila sikat sila, sa mga feelingero at feelingera na nagfi-feeling na lahat ng nababasa nila sa blogosperyo ay tungkol sa kanila, sa mga mahahaba ang muka, sa mga exotic bloggers sa mga panget na nagpapaapekto sa mga sabi sabing panget sila, sa inyong lahat, you can go fuck yourselves! Blog lang 'to, internet lang, hiwalay 'to sa tunay na buhay, napaka-pathetic mo naman kung ito lang ang buhay mo.

Someone told me this “May mga taong sensitibo. I-expose ang sarili sa intarnets hindi naman pala kaya ang basura. Kung naapektuhan ka ng mga tao sa internet eh mabuti pa sa MS Word ka na lang tumambay. Tama lang ‘yon! Kung ikaw ang tipo ng tao na naapektuhan sa basura ng intarnets eh mabuti pa ngang umalis ka na lang.”- Sumasang-ayon ako dito ng isang daan at isang porsiyento!

I will not close this blog for the reason that I can’t take the hassle that this blog world is giving me. I will close this blog because it doesn’t make me happy anymore. Blogging is supposed to be fun, and if that’s the case, then why the hell do I feel this way? I’m not fucking happy anymore, and I’m too tired with all this shit. Although I felt really fucked up, at least I felt happy even for just a short period of time. No regrets.

To be totally honest, I never really thought I’d get in on the blogging phenomenon. Not because I think blogging sucks or anything, I think it’s great. I just didn’t think I’d be a blogger. Why? Well, I just never really thought I was all that interesting a guy. I mean, seriously, why would people want to read what I had to say? Plus, I’ve always been a pretty private guy. But it happened, I became a blogger and fortunately, daily hits on my site started to increase.

Blogging has been a great adventure, and I have met wonderful people through the web. In fact, they were too good to be true. I want to thank the people who have left comments here; I want you guys to know that it is very much appreciated. I don’t usually do this but for old time’s sake and world peace, here it is. For those people that got hurt in some way, sorry to have caused outrage due to the reckless blogging, twittering, and plurking. It is not intentional; believe me, I mean no harm.

Should anyone is still unhappy in anyway, please feel free to offer your opinion directly in the comments box.

Minahal ko ang blog site na ito. Maraming masasayang alaala ang iiwan ko dito. Isasara ko ito ngunit hinding hindi buburahin. Pinili kong panatalihin dito ang aking mga nailathala upang mabasa din ng mga iba pang taong mapapadpad dito. Nalulungkot ako sa pagsasara ng blog ko. Pakiramdam ko ay parang isang importanteng bagay ang aking inaabandona. Pero ganun talaga ang buhay, laging may pagtatapos sa bawat pagsisimula. Hindi ako nalulungkot dahil natapos na ito, masaya ako kasi kahit papano nangyari ang blog na ito.

Sometimes you have to let go of the one you love to find out if there is really something there. And after all that has been said and done, I realized that what happened is real, and it’s been fun. This is the end of something simple and the beginning of everything else.

Hindi ko alam kung magbabalik blogging pa ako. Hindi ko alam kung gagamitin ko pa rin ang parehong pseudonym na ginamit ko dito. Isa lang ang masasabi ko, kung sakaling babalik ako, ipapaalam ko agad sa inyo. Pangako 'yan! Sa lahat ng tumangkilik sa akin, MARAMING SALAMAT!

Stepping into a different land with unique culture and incomparable attractions was never that usual with me. It was my first international trip and now I could finally describe how was it being far and knew how things work in a not so familiar place where I’ve stay for five unforgettable days. (ehem, si pedro sosyal, haha) After a couple of months preparing for the tour that was very much taxing for me where I faced so many responsibilities and duties, I then felt relaxed and lastly received my reward to have fun and be able to think just for myself. Thailand, here I come!

(click dito)

I had a very good sleep the night before the tour and I could honestly tell that I’m an early bird who came just in time because I woke up early and had fixed myself before the assembly at our meeting place. (eksayted eh, bakit ba? hehe) I took lots of pictures even before arriving at the airport; cam-whoring started early, as if there were no other place and no time for that. My buddy (let’s just call her gorgonya for privacy’s sake) wasn’t able to have her breakfast too so immediately after having our boarding pass we ate and roam around to observe the facilities in the airport. After a few minutes, we’re able to board on the plane and woke up just when the plane landed. I was amazed with the structure of their airport and I definitely experienced an excellent airport scene even though it was so big that we need to walk and used their “walkalator”. Meeting people from other countries in one place was really fun. I have to overhear their discussions to know their nationality. So when we met our very own tour guide Mr. Bong (James Bong, it’s not funny, I know, haha) we begun to asked questions about their language and few commonly used words that we might use during our stay. After our immediate transfer to the hotel, we felt starvation that we had to call for room food delivery service and had to pay Baht after we received the food. It was like we hadn’t eaten anything yet. I said this because for a very short period of time, we were done eating and upon receiving the ketchup for the pizza, it was all gone to our stomach. (patay gutom attacks!) Before we convene at the lobby I took a bath because it was just exactly like in Manila that I felt the need to freshen up after being exposed to heat. The running city tour was a blastoff, the streets in Bangkok were flashing on me as I observed their tuktuk and colorfully painted cabs and as we proceed to Siam Niramit (the must see show of Thailand) we first had our full buffet dinner that made our tongue really hot and afterwards posed together with the elephants and few participants of the show. The Siam Niramit was never boring; it was full of magic and fantasies that fed our eyes all through the night despite of having the feeling of weariness. My first day was just the beginning of my wonderful travel; I had very good sleep with smile in my dreams.

The next day, we deposited our luggage at the concierge and proceed to our temple tour. On the bus I felt so distress because I had no shoes to use in the Grand Palace where they require the visitors to wear shiny, formal shoes and decent attire, but then it was a problem for I don’t brought any shoes with that kind and I had to wear again my used slacks since it was never advised to wear shorts or rugged jeans that will show my tattoos. I’m so much upset when I further realized that I can’t come to see the reclining Buddha which I am hoping to see even before that I even make the research about it. When I tried to enter the palace with my chuck taylor shoes (pasaway talaga ang mga noypi) nobody attended to stop me so I’m so overwhelmed viewing the beautiful palace and so as the reclining Buddha which I thought that I will never see anymore. It was a very hot noon and we had to walk going to the boat for our lunch at Supatra river. We are all exhausted and as we came in to the restaurant they gave us cold towels to lessen the heat in our body. Our lunch was very satisfying and still we’re not able to eat it all. We went back to the bus and we felt really sleepy so on our way going to Pattaya, which took us more than two hours, the bus went into silent mode. After we checked in at the Golden Beach Hotel in Pattaya and had our dinner at Phayamaimuang Restaurant we saw a very much different show and the international phenomenon Alcazar Cabaret show. The night showcased the very much talented gays whom I couldn’t identify as I see them performing. It was a lot of glamour and talents. It was funny that I was seated together with the Koreans and my eyes are so much alike with them (ehem, chinito kasi ako, haha, how I wish) so as they clapped for their traditional dance my friends asked me to do the same way. That night answered few of my questions about the Enthaicing Siam.

The third day was a thrill, everyone was excited to go at the beach and try different water fun activities. Before, I am so afraid to try parasailing but then I was wrong, it was fabulous and if I just had so much enough money during that time, I will try it over and over again because it’s so cool to fly and get free, flew away with the wind and felt breeze from the sea. It was a very treasured experience. We went to the bitch beach afterwards and stayed there the whole time. Even I’m not in the mood during that time, it never bothered me not to swim and have fun with my friends playing and making macho-gwapito poses for their immediate posting of pictures on their Friendster and Multiply accounts. I stayed the whole time in water and it’s just when I needed to eat lunch that I went up, and ate so much having the tastiest seafood basket on the table. I ended up having a very much tan colored skin with distinguished color on my face because of the eyeglasses I wore on the beach. I’m very exhausted but still I have to fix myself up because there was still Teakwood temple waiting. We wore hardhats as we enter the temple (the one that those engineers wear in construction sites) for the reason that it was under renovation and for safety measures that there might things to fall. My friends and I had fun at the dolphin show, it was cool but when we were about to touch them, we discovered that it will cost us, so we instead just looked at it. (kuripot ba talaga ang mga pinoy, or it’s just me?) We visited gems gallery where we are able to learn how those precious gems was done, I’m very much happy when we tried to go inside the jewelry store. (sayang hindi ako nakapitik kahit isa man lang) The third day might burn our skin so much but it definitely made us happy and experienced a difference. Damn, it was so amazing!

I’m in a need of a sleep for a long time so as my friends. I should have not waked up early but I did and it seems that every part of my body was aching. Early that day, we checked out and went back to Bangkok and proceeded to the Siam Ocean World. Big Aquariums shocked me over seeing those beautiful sea creatures. I had fun having pictures of the aquariums with different animals on it. It was a sanctuary of beauty and life in water. My lunch was fairly unique, as we went to mbk mall I wanted to eat at a fastfood so when we went up to Mcdonalds and saw their menu we moved to KFC because they serve rice which I really wanted. We went over at the Tiangge and had a time to roam around as we entered into a bowling center and arcade which was occupied by Thai teenagers align with the scenario at mall in Manila. We had so much time there and went back at the hotel and prepared back for shopping and had the very much awaited dinner at Baiyoke Sky. I experienced elegance and fun all night viewing Bangkok on top view.

The very last day is the farewell day with our kind tour guide who partly made our stay at Thailand worthy and loaded with joy. As I prepared myself, I thought of nothing. I’m just happy and hoping to visit back. I was fucking packing my stuff toy things when I heard the voice of my mom. “Pedro, huy pedro! Bumangon ka na diyan at malelate ka na sa trabaho mo! Tinutubuan ka na ng ugat diyan! Hindi ka nanaman ba papasok? Umiral nanaman yang katamaran mo! Anong oras ka na ba umuwi kagabi? Saan ka nanaman ba nanggaling? Uminom ka nanaman ng uminom? Nakipaglasingan ka nanaman ba? Hala, bilis! Bangon na diyan! Gusto mo pa yatang bungangaan kita hanggang tanghali!” Waaaaaaaaaaah!!! NOOOOOOOOOO! What the f*ck happened? I can’t believe what I saw when I opened my eyes. It was my f*ck*ng, stinky room! Just to make sure that it was certainly my room, I turned around and I saw avril lavigne’s human size poster hanging on the wall, it was really my room. (haha, avril lavigne pa daw? bakla nga ako, bakit ba?) I can’t accept the fact that I had an out of the country vacation in my dream. I love the vacation but what the f*ck?!?! It was just a f*ck*ng dream! I quickly got out of my bed and searched for my camera as fast as I can. And when I found it, I browsed its content in a high-speed manner, and to my dismay, the pictures in Thailand wasn’t there, not even one of those that I took. It was confirmed that all of it was just a dream. Damn it!

I took so many pictures and I was excited to upload it on my account. I can’t explain the f*ck*ng feeling. I missed all the videos and pictures during my stay in my dream vacation and I never had the chance to browse it over and over. The moments at the enthaicing Siam that was captured by my camera was all gone! I should get over onto it but I don’t know how. I have to blame somebody! Nice one mom! Bakit kasi ginising mo pa ako. Haha! Tang inang panaginip yan, bad trip. Yaan nyo guys, pag totoo ng nakapunta ako, i-po-post ko agad dito ang mga fektyurs. Promise! =)

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5:30 – I left office. I was waiting for a bus and there’s a fat bald man that was standing right beside me. He waved his hand and I almost collapse to the ground. It was an unpleasant smell. (si manong talaga hindi man lang nag tawas oh, lakas ng anting anting mo nong! Grrr.) I relayed the experience to my twitter just to release my consternation. (yuckerz kasi that manong, haha, bading na bading)

6:45 – I was still on my way home when I realized that I have nothing to do in my crib so I decided to dropped by to my tattoo artist/friend’s shop somewhere in manila. I’ve been twitter-whoring over my cellular phone just to ease the boredom. I watched tv, we ate, sound trip after that, then the tediousness attacks again.

8:34 – I decided to do another inking session to my unfinished tattoo on my left thigh. My friend started to do his thing in his sketch pad. While waiting, I went out for a while to buy booze and a cigar.

9:39 – The rough draft was done. I started to lie down and my artist began to put the stencil into my skin. (I’m still twittering, haha) After some manual modification to the stencil using colored pens, the guide outline ended.

10:00 – The tattoo session started. The pain and sensation started to penetrate my body. Weird isn’t it? Paying a huge amount of money just to get pain in return.

11:30 – The tattoo was just half way done. My head started to spin, but it was all good. I’m so eager to see the finish product of the art that has been inked into my skin.

12:00 – The tattoo was like a mummy that has been brought out of the casket. The shading already gave life to the design. I started to get pumped up again. My adrenaline arouses. That feeling, the unexplainable feeling, that’s what I’m paying for. The fulfillment. It’s like a huge accomplishment, or should I say rather, it’s more than that.

1:00 – After an extensive phase of pushing ink into my skin, the human art was finally done, I’ve been officially been inked (again, haha)

-=The following proceedings contains violent actions, reader discretion is advised=-

1:13 – I asked my friend/artist, how much does it costs me. He said P X, 000.00, I only have P X, 500.00 in my pocket during that time so I went to the nearest ATM (Ang Tangang Makina) to get some cash. The machine did not dispense any money, I was alarmed because I just watched the news recently and I saw that there is a modus operandi like this. So I tried to grab the money dispenser just to check if there was money glued to other side of it. I was just starting when the security guard grabbed my hand and pushed me against the wall without saying a word. I tried to explained, I tried to plead my case but that f*ck*ng guard wasn’t listening. I’m so annoyed but I’m helpless and can’t do anything.

11:25 - Luckily, community patrol personel (baranggay tanod) walked by the scene and they questioned me and the guard, what happened. I started to explain things; I said that it’s the guard’s duty to protect the bank’s client and not to assault them. The guard said that I was drunk and looked suspicious. (at ang putang ina, nakuha pang laiitin ang pagmumuka ko) he also said that he put an eye on me and when I started to “destroy” the automated teller machine, he just did what he needs to do. Then I said that I wasn’t destroying the machine, I was just checking things, because the machine did not dispense the money that I had withdrawn, it was debited to my balance already but I didn’t get any cash at all, not a single dime in my hand. It was a f*ck*ng P X, 000.00 for Christ’s sake, I’m working so hard just to earn that amount of money. Then the guard said that it was just a P X, 000.00. That was the line that heated me up so much. It’s like all my blood went up to my head. Then I answered, I said, (Para yun lang? Bakit magkano ba isang gabi mo? 350? 400? O sabihin na nating 500 kahit 600 pa yan. Ilang araw mo ng sweldo yang nilalang lang mo. At bakit sasaktan mo ko? Bakit mo pinagduldulan yung muka ko sa pader, anong masama ba ginawa ko? Hindi ako kriminal, kliyente lang ako ng bangkong ito na naglalabas ng pera. Hindi ko kasalanan kung walang inilabas na pera yang makina na yan. Hindi ko kasalanan kung magiging alerto ako, malay ko ba kung may sindikato na naglagay ng pang ipit ng pera dyan.) (Ilang matrona’t bakla ang nagpasasa sa katawan ko, kitain ko lang ang perang yan, haha, eeewwww, nandiri ako dun ah)

11:30 – Out of a sudden, the guard started to say bad words to me such as: (putang ina mo, kinang ina mo ka, tarantado kang gago ka, kebata bata mo ang yabang mong akala mo kung sino ka, kilala mo ba kung sino ako?) (siguro nahurt ko ang kanyang ego) Believe me, it was not my intention to insult him, I’m just making a point. (sino daw ba siya?) Then I replied (bakit may amnesia ka ba? Oo kilala kita ikaw si ****** ayan oh, nakasalut sa uniporme mo, at wag mo kong mumurahin, wag mong sasabihing puta ang nanay ko, magsayaw nga di ginawa nun eh, magputa pa?) The trading of harsh words gave more tension to the situation and the unexpected happened.

11:35 - The guard threw a hand at my nape. (aray, masakit yun ha) then my defensive instinct started to respond, I punched him in the face, a left hook, straight to his chin, followed by another left, tagged on by another right then the (baranggay tanod) stop us both. The chairman came and asked me if I want to press charges against the guard (inpeyrnes kay chairman, mabait siya ha, basag na yung muka ng gwardiya ako pa yung tinanong kung nasaktan daw ba ako) and said that we should go the police station if I want to complain. But then I realized, it was already a long night, if I press charges, it will be a long run, and there will be trial appearances. It’s a messy situation and I don’t want that. (at isa pa, nahabag din naman ako sa gwardiya, kawawa naman)

11:47 – I can’t remember the last time that I had laid my fist into someone’s face, street fight, Filipino style (basagan ng bungo). My hands are so swollen, after all the talks and negotiation, the chairman, the guard and I decided to settle things.

2:08 – I already got home, didn’t pay my artist, I promise him that I’ll just pay him today instead.

NOTICE TO THE PUBLIC:

I’m not a bad person. (normal na tao lang po ako) It’s not in my nature to hurt anybody. (hindi po ako basagulerong tao, pero kahit ang aso, kakagatin ka pag ginawan mo ng masama) But then a thought sank into my head, I am an educated person, I should had let it passed, I should had left the matter to the (baranggay tanods), I should had not thrown back harsh words and instead I should had stayed quiet. I know I’m the victim here, but the way that I aired my grievances was inappropriate. I’m so ashamed of what I did. But what done is done already. I’ll just accept my mistake and I’ll learn from it. I know that I’m a good person and I know that I’m imperfect, but this imperfection makes me perfectly perfect. (anu daw?!?!?)

It was a long day, but after all that has been said and done, the goodness still prevailed. (ganun lang talaga ang buhay, parang life)

Last weekend, our group in church, the kabataang alagad ng panginoon was on the way for our peace summer camp (you heard it right, kabataan nga po, kabilang pa rin ako dun and yes it was a late summer camp, ok lang kasi mainit pa din naman). The group members were quite excited as they put their traveling bags in the bus. The bus was spacious that it accommodated two youth group (as if naman na youth pa ako). We left Metro Manila after lunch time; we were in the camp site before nighttime. As I observed, the camp area was enigmatic as well as it was peaceful. We unloaded our things and were asked to form a line for the inspection and safekeeping of our valuables. Mobile phones (yung 5110i kong 17,500 pa ang bili ng mama ko nuong 1999, take note, hndi xa basta basta 5110 lang, may i xa), electronic gadgets such as laptops, PDAs, PSPs, i-PODs just to name a few (which I don’t have, kakahiya naman kasing dalhin yung game and watch kong tetris at yung walkman ko, kahit na ba may auto-reverse feature pa yun) and reading materials (yung bob ong ko na stainless longganisa, para sana di naman ako mabore maxado, demet!) etcetera etcetera were confiscated by the church personnel. After that minor inconvenience, the campers were escorted to their respective rooms. Dinner was served after a prayer vigil and we rested afterwards.

The activities during the summer camp were basic and simplistic; camp aimed to strip us away of material desires and to meditate and contemplate with our lives. Moreover, it was designed to show us the other important aspects in our lives. We were unlocking our identities and we ramified this up to the social level ─ to our families and to the co-campers.

The camp not only strengthened the spirituality of the participants, it also managed to touch other aspects as well, such as socialization among the other campers. There was a fun night (kasi may pinuslit akong vodka) in which all participated (not all actually, hehe), including the camp personnel (I hope none of my churchmates will read this, kasi baka magtanong sila kung sino yung camp personnel na naka-jam namin, haha). Past the gleeful part, then came the solemn one. There was a prepared candle-lighting observance in which we thought of and contemplated on our families. It was heart-warming although I am not accustomed to such rites; I only patiently waited for the ceremony to end.

In the last day of the camp, we were asked to write a letter for our parents and the camp personnel will send the letters for us. I scribbled a note and passed it to a camp person in charge. He required me to write a longer letter. This infuriated me for who is this person to decide for what am I to write? It was a letter for my mother. While they have a right to regulate our conduct during the retreat, they have no right whatsoever in intruding our personal affairs (have they ever heard of the word privacy?!?). It was none of his or their business. I’m so pissed to the point that I want to say harsh words to that certain camp person but then I realized that I was in a church’s camp activity, so I just kept my cool, looked at him furiously straight in the eye and I passed my letter as it was.

We left the camp site and headed back to Quezon City. At our church’s annex somewhere in Q.C, a praise and worship was celebrated. After which the participants were requested to individually share our experiences. Some of the parents of the campers also gave their testimonials about their sons or daughters. We were then asked to go to the main of our church for the final services. There were again lighting of candles and singing of praise songs. There were also hugging and crying between campers and parents. Again, it was heart-warming, but I only sat and waited for it to end.

Overall, I opine that the camp was only a mean for escape from our hectic and busy lives. It taught us to go back to basics and simplify our way of life. However, reality bites as we again awake in a material and imperfect world■

Life is like programming, it is very confusing, it turns your brain upside down That's why to know the language you will use is a very big advantage to take over all those challenges in life.

doing a code in life wouldnt be hard, really like executing a line of codes picking the one you love

import love.someone.oppositesex;

import data.mySQL;

Select * from oppositesex where attitude = "myType of attitude" and age17;

which in java... or ruby which is...

if age17 and attitude="myType" => I will marry her..

you can even put your life on Rails, or either on PHilippinePeso -- which is Php for people looking for rich peeps around...

or taking advantage C++,C#,D for people who choose brain... or lastly you can use VB for people who are stupid that execute first and result a VB(baby) then now crazy enough to find what goes wrong(bug) from the code...

kaya dapat mag-isip muna, hindi yung hindot pindot ka ng pindot ng enter. kung nadede-bug nga lang sana yung mga nagawa mo ng mali para maitama uli, eh kaso hindi eh. kung pwede lang sanang mag umpisa magmula sa umpisa (ctrl+a tapos del) tapos (ctrl+n) tapos ayun umpisa na, ok din sana kung pwedeng magsave tapos reload mo na lang sa system check point pag nagkamali ka, o kaya pag ayaw mo na, (alt+f4) lang katapat nyan, pag pagod na pagod ka na pwede ring (winlogo+u+u) o kaya (alt+f4+u) sana ganun lang kadali ang buhay, sana may cut and paste, sana may google, at sana wag mag brown out pag enjoy na enjoy ka na..sana lang puro sana, sana, sana, sana…….

“A hero Pedrong Tsuper-hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles.” - Christopher Reeves

Sorry to my friends who regularly check out my blog. Yes I know you guys are wondering where I have been right now. No sounds. No news from me. (haha, kala mo naman ang dami dami kong readers…) =) I guess I should get in the habit once again of writing at the end of the day and to do my lists as I used to. It is very gratifying to know that people are reading the stuff I post here, as it seems, once again, there are readers who do not comment much of the time, but from time to time they appear and say thanks for a post or a thought. You never know how people are going to react to someone’s blog and writings.

I’ve been busy in my thesis and some final requirements in my studies, (awa naman ng diyos ok na lahat). And if you guys are thinking to ask me something, my answer is yes, I will be graduating again this Friday, March 28, 2008, 2:00 P.M @ CCP. Another life changing experience for me, wheeew, moments =), ang sarap ng feeling, coz I got another thing that a person cannot buy, education.

Tomorrow I’ll be receiving my cap and gown to wear at my Graduation Ceremony. I’m so nervous and excited, hindi kasi ako nagattend nung una akong grumaduate ng college, I already forgot the feeling and sensation of it coz the last time I experienced it was when I graduated in Infant Jesus Montessori School’s Gymnasium, that was 7 years ago (March of the year 2001), naalala ko pa nga pagkatapos ng ceremony kawawa mga lower batch kasi tradition na ni Teacher Imee ang “third year after care” hehe! =) I can’t believe I’m graduating again! This post may mark the beginning of the beginning of a new era. It may not seem much to others but for me, I’m sure it is or will be.

For others, graduation is just an action of receiving or conferring an academic degree or the associated ceremony. It is also just a formal completion of an instructional program or course of study. Students graduate after successfully meeting all credit and course. But for me, it’s more than that, graduation for me, is one of my proudest moment. (lalo na pag nakikita mo na ung mga mahal mo sa buhay na tuwang tuwa sa nakamit mo, ung mga matatanda ng lolo at lola ko, ung nanay ko na mag-isang magulang ko lang na nagpalaki saming magkakapatid, ung mga kapatid ko, ung mga mabubuting kaibigan ko at marami pang iba, wow, sarap talaga ng feeling).=)

Studying and finishing the course is not a joke. Naalala ko pa, 48 kami lahat nun, tapos ngaun 16 lang kaming gragraduate, tama talaga ang kasabihang, “only the strong will survive!” When the course started, everything started to change. The environment and the lecture timetable have changed me. Second sem is a honeymoon for everyone. I started to slack since then, beer here, beer there and beer everywhere (kasama sila ping, sila cyrus, sila sir edi at sir Edwin). Good thing that the bad habit is gone now, no more slacking, just drinking and enjoying my time, still drinking but it is done moderately, hehe =). Third sem is a killing semester. All of us got through eventually. And the next hurdle was the last sem. It was a freaking crazy sem! I still managed to struggle through during the thesis deadline periods. Fortunately, the project was beatable. Without the help of our panel and adviser I know it will hurdle till now. Thank you!

Before I end this post, I just want to share this sms that I received from a friend when I am still studying and having difficulties in my studies. It says “Study for so long and the proudest moment is when you wear the graduation gown, receive diploma and take picture with your family. Study smart and strive hard. You deserve to wear it. Jia You! (Good Luck!)”, in just a few days I will forward this text to her and I will append something saying “Thank you, guess what? I did it!”…..

P.S.

Before individuals come into a relationship each one has a past history. They have past memories that are in the form of letters, letters of their first love, cards, and scrap books, text messages in cell phones, pictures with her ex in her laptop or cell phone as well and so on. Many couples when they come together into a new relationship like to keep their reminiscences of the past in some or the other form. These collections have a special meaning to each one and have sentiments attached to it.

Usually the opposite sex partner does not realize the importance of these collection and do not consider it valuable at all which in my opinion is “KAKITIRAN NG UTAK”. On the other hand the owner of these belongings has a special meaning for these and is very sentimental about it. Therefore it is important for their mates to RESPECT the partner’s sentiments. Special care should be taken not to hurt the partner with satire. He should never be made fun off and consider the behavior childish. There are couples who even make a grave mistake of suspecting their partner which is so wrong and immature. They dig out the box that has been kept as a secret by the mate and search for what is present no more (hello?!?!?! kaya nga tinawag na past di ba, tanga ka ba? Ikaw na nga ang mahal nya ngayon, bakit naiinsecure ka pa???). They try to look for an opportunity to read those letters or see those pictures out of fear of being cheated or just curiosity. Which is wrong, so wrong? Just like consumers privacy, employee privacy, PERSONAL PRIVACY too is necessary and you have to give it to your mate if you really love her. Remember bf ka pa lang nya, nagagawa mo na yan, pano pa kung mag asawa na kayo? Do you want her to think that you’re the kind of man who wants to control her life? I don’t think so.

However it is normal to suspect a person if something is kept as a secret but one thing should be borne in mind that true relationship depends on trust and faith. Moreover each one of us has the right to privacy. An individual person can have things completely to oneself without others interfering or having a look at it, even the life partners (so kung may katext ang girlfriend mo and you are trying to take a peek dun sa kung anu man ang pinag uusapan nila, para sakin, sarili kong pananaw, kabastusan na un at kawalan ng tiwala). All of us require some space and should be given that required liberty. One should respect his partner’s privacy. Give space to your partner and give time so that your partner on her own will show those collections to you. At times what happens is that people hesitate to show their stuff to their partners due to embarrassment or fear of not being understood correctly (kasi nga childish, maarte at masyado kang maduda). And as a result do not make an effort to show these collections of the past. As the soul mate you should never suspect your partner and try to be neutral towards that secret box owned by your partner. You should not show any curiosity towards it or make your partner uncomfortable about those items that she cherishes. If you behave in a dignified manner and show complete trust then your partner without any hesitation will show you whatever she owns privately. In fact your partner will be more than happy to share the past that would help you to come out of the emotions.

But after that trust that she showed to you, you should not take it for granted, you should cherish it and treasure it for life because for me, love is easier to give than trust and once you screwed up and broke that trust that she gave you, it’s so hard to get it back or maybe you’ll never will. It may be given to you again, but it’s different already, not like the one that she gave you before. One thing more, you should be happy that she shared that secret box to you, you should be glad that she took the risk to show her pictures with her ex on her laptop and so on. A lot of courage is needed to do those things, and by doing that, it only means one thing, she TRUST YOU. It’s normal that you will feel a stab of jealousy but her past is her own. Don’t do anything stupid. Don’t attempt to light those letters and scrap books on fire. Don’t delete those pictures in her cell phone or laptop. Because one thing is for sure, you’ll just disappoint your partner and you’ll just break her trust. And lastly, you can fire those letters or throw it in a garbage can, you can delete those photos in her laptop but one fact I am sure of, you can never erase those memories that they’ve shared together, NEVER. She kept that pictures, she kept that secret box because she has fond memories of everything at the time, not just him, but the group of friends she had and the places she visited with them, but even though the secret box and pictures are there, just be happy because she loves you a lot and she is next to you every time you wake up, and that counts for a lot more than some pics.

Remember that a relationship depends on mutual understanding and trust. If in a relationship partners care for each other even their past that relationship never faces any problems and are strongly nit together.